Knit a pair of socks for a guy I was dating for his birthday. The evening prior to his birthday I caught him in the bathroom of a gay bar making out with another guy. Obviously, he's not getting the socks. Since they're too big for me I feel the best course of metaphoric action would be to torch the lovely things and send him and his memory off into ash. Sad to see a grand set of alpaca wonders set aflame....Alas, there can't be any recourse. The sight of those socks just pisses me off.